Ain't no stopping meÂ
Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spreeÂ
The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in meÂ
Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up rightÂ
Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, lata set it offÂ
Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em allÂ
Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mineÂ
And all that bitchin' that you doingÂ
I got'cha kissin' this nineÂ
Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyesÂ
I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cryÂ
On your knees, face in chest, lips shutÂ
Fuck the mask, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what?Â
Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it allÂ
Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get it allÂ
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bareÂ
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come onÂ
1 ¨C [P. Killer Tracks]Â
Hey yo check that nigga cause we on that shitÂ
Get out your ride fool cause we on that shitÂ
Hid your stash box cause we on that shitÂ
Run that ice cause we on that shitÂ
Keep a loaded clip cause we on that shitÂ
Ryde or die nigga cause we on that shitÂ
We out to get it all cause we on that shitÂ
And Eve don't play cause she takes no shitÂ
[Eve]Â
Uh, yo, yo, yoÂ
I shoot backing out, P max them outÂ
And the only way I don't get shit is if you stash the houseÂ
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewelsÂ
Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooledÂ
I ain't getting' nada, forget thatÂ
Just sit back and watch me take everything even you're drough sackÂ
Yeah my bitch can roll with,Â
Expensive paintings on your wall, gimme thatÂ
Ain't no slacking, time ain't a factorÂ
I'mma get it allÂ
Used to ball with your niggasÂ
Now I'm making you crawl across the floorÂ
Ego crushed and I don't give a fuckÂ
Small change to the range, heard what I saidÂ
Give it upÂ
I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonightÂ
And every night from now on, get it rightÂ
Why, why ask why?Â
I'm simply living and I get what I wantÂ
By simply taking or you're simply givingÂ
Repeat 1Â
[Eve]Â
Y'all niggas faggottishÂ
Cops spot me got me running out my kissÂ
Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wristÂ
Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditchÂ
I'm fast, he'd have to waste it and I ain't scared to blastÂ
Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could lastÂ
Ready for war, act like I ain't done this shit beforeÂ
Practice on me next week, I'll be wanting moreÂ
Best believe you ain't gonna live to see tomorrowÂ
My dogs already warned your motherÂ
She'll be full of sorrowÂ
Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screamingÂ
I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreamingÂ
Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun soundsÂ
Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I'm like what nowÂ
Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the treesÂ
Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my kneesÂ
Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it I'ma make it simpleÂ
Repeat 1
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